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Going Home

As we shift out of the last few hours of a long holiday weekend, I'm going to share a few highlights from my hometown vacation.  Where to begin?

First, the weather was perfect. While back in RVA they were facing freezing temps, I was happy to leave the house in a light fleece or t-shirt and cropped pants.  Any day you can wake to hear the roaring sound of the ocean from your bedroom window is probably a good day, don't you think?  

Second, I was fairly spoiled by my family and friends.  I ate way too much (who didn't this week?) but it was all sooooo good.  My biggest problem (admittedly a first world problem at that) is that my mom doesn't have a coffee pot so we had to forage daily for our cuppa Joe.  Thankfully, there's a 7-Eleven (Oh thank heaven!) at the end of the block near my parents' house which forced me into a daily walk routine as well.  

I think I might have been the Queen Dork
of my high school. I can admit this now. 
Aside from the Thanksgiving holiday, the main purpose of our trip was a reunion with the other International Baccalaureate students from my high school from the classes of 1992-96.  The IB program was new to our high school when I started there so we were kind of a tight knit group of nerds.  

I missed my 10 year reunion and even the official 20 year event for my entire class this year.  We have been planning this Thanksgiving weekend event for almost a year and had so much fun seeing friends (some of whom I hadn't seen in almost 2 decades) and their families.  Sure, a few waistlines had expanded and some hairlines had receded, but we are all still young at heart.  

Who wouldn't ask these ladies for ID?
They haven't changed a bit from 1993!


Finally, I enjoyed some quality time with my other half.  When we are at home, I feel like we are almost always running in opposite directions. We were keenly aware on this trip that this was probably the last vacation before our lives change significantly again.  We slept in as late as we wanted and had a loose and relaxing agenda for most of the week. Yes, I know that's a luxury those with kids seldom get to appreciate. Trust me.  We appreciated it. 

So to sum up: good weather, good eatin', lots of laughs, and lots of relaxation.  
I feel restored and recharged (and still a little unprepared) for the hectic weeks to come that will finish off this year and the holiday season!  Bring it on!

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